ArHi FF: Yeh Saali Zindagi#6 Epi 2,3 UPDATED *3 Sep* - Page 37

Lovely! Welcome back. Can't wait.

Originally posted by: uv-crazyfan

Hello Everyone

Well I just logged into my account and saw your messages...sorry for not updating the rest of the epilogues...

The truth is I have around 20-25 pages of word document ready to post...Actually I am planning to post epilogue 2 and 3 together along with some extra scenes...the epilogues are lengthy and the 3rd epilogue was kinda tricky one...I deleted the whole part around 3 times and re-wrote it again because I wasn't satisfied...

This is going to be a MEGA UPDATE

So you will have your update in 2 weeks...I am travelling a lot nowadays otherwise I would have post it sooner...

Have some patience for a bit more ,

Love

Aditi

waiting eagerly for the update..

Such a wonderful story with lots of twists and truns. This my second story based on politics...first one is written by Kalyaani...Raizada and sons. This is same kind but yes different concepts. I loved it. Now waiting for the epilogue 2 and 3.

ArHi FF: Yeh Saali Zindagi

Epilogue 2

15^th September, 2014

"...and after revealing everything about your sad past, Khushi will introduce you to the crowd, making them feel like they know you. Your speech after that should seal the deal." Akash concluded, looking at the four people sitting around the table, staring at him in rapture, their eyes wide in surprise after hearing his detailed plan.

He smiled "Don't worry. I have looked at the plan through every angle. If everything went according to it, the victory will be ours, neatly wrapped in a bow and directly handed to us by the public. But the key to it is that Anjali should be able to win their hearts with her words and expressions. They should sympathize with her, feel angry on her behalf and cheer for her. For the common public, she will be their champion, their phoenix being reborn as a new person, rising from the dirt and shining brightly."

Dropping down in a chair at the head of the table, Akash sipped some water, feeling thirsty after such a long speech. Silence followed in its wake. Glancing up, he found everyone's mouth open in shock, making him feel nervous all of a sudden "What? You didn't like my plan?"

Shaking herself out of the stupor, Anjali spoke first "It's bloody brilliant, Akash Bhai. I mean I never thought of something like this. It's full of risks, but dramatic. People are going to either to love us or hate us."

"I agree." Arnav said, "It's amazing. And I think it will work. Everyone loves a damn good story, full of emotions and tears and happy ending."

Sharing a look with Aman, Khushi nodded vigorously, looking satisfied and relieved. Clearing his throat, Aman spoke up "I think Bade Sahab taught his protegee very well."

A dark look passing over the siblings at his words, Aman shrugged as Khushi glared at him, shaking her head. Breaking her silence, she spoke at last, looking up at her brother-in-law "So have you prepared the list of the politicians we are going to include as members in our new political party?"

Passing her a stack of papers, Akash explained "They all are known as do-gooders among the public. I think you will encounter very few problems with them as the member."

"And what if any of these people decide to replace Anjali as the head of this party? What are you going to do about it?" Aman questioned knowing that somehow his role was not fully disclosed, related to this yet-to-be formed political party, despite him agreeing to be the legal counsel of it.

Arnav smirked "Then I will give you the leverage to use against that person. Akash has already asked me to dig up dirt on everyone. If someone tries to cross us, he won't have a career to begin with."

"We are not underestimating anyone." Akash explained "Whatever mistakes we did in the past when it came to trusting someone, we are not going to repeat it. Trust no one. Remember this and everything will be fine."

"Okay."Aman agreed, picking up his things as he stood up "Then my work is done here. I have already questioned some parts of your plan that might create trouble. I will think through everything once again and will get back to you when I am finished with it. We will look through every loophole, facts and secrets that might raise suspicion. Right now, I am going to the hearing of my case. Good day, everyone."

Khushi stood up, following him out of the room while Arnav stayed behind, watching Akash and Anjali silently, and waiting for them to say something. Leaning forward, Anjali placed her hands on the table, smiling at them as she said "You don't know how grateful I am to you both for doing this for me. I couldn't have done anything without you two. So thank you Akash Bhai and Arnav. Thanks a lot!!"

"Don't mention it." Akash said, his eyes full of affection for her "I will do anything for you and Arnav. Besides, I thought it would be nice to put everything in motion as soon as possible. That way, we can get more publicity for the elections."

"Yeah it's good to see everything falling into place already. You have done your part Bhai, let us do the rest." Arnav requested softly "Take the goddamn vacation already."

"What?" Anjali quizzed, looking confused. Akash stared up at him in surprise and panic.

"Arnav..." Akash pleaded softly, suddenly understanding the stubborn look on his brother's face.

"Payal is two-months pregnant." Arnav revealed ignoring his plea, watching his brother's head bow down in defeat and shame "And she is not happy with her workaholic husband. She wanted to leave Bhai but he convinced her that he will soon start to spend more time with her. That's why he did everything while we were taking a break. Now, he wants to be step back and let us take the reins of everything. But he is reluctant to hand over his responsibilities to us. And I am sure that the way things are going right now, he is f**king going ruin everything, postponing the time off and thus losing the only good thing present in his life."

Slamming his hands down on the table, Akash stood up, losing his composure "DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?"

"Then why are you doing this to yourself?" Arnav yelled back, stalking forward, his face turning red slowly "I get it alright. You are our big brother and you are supposed to look after us. But sometimes, we don't need you to, Bhai. Sometimes other relations take priority in our life."

"But..."

"Arnav!!" Anjali stood up as well, walking to stand between them, her hands raised in an attempt to make them step back from each other. Giving her twin a meaningful look, she turned to Akash "You won't come to this office again, Bhai. If I find you here, I will disappear once again. You would never see me again. Ever. You hear me?"

His shoulders slumped in defeat, Akash agreed "Alright."

Stepping around her, Arnav smiled as he hugged Akash, his smile apologetic "Sorry for yelling at you, Bhai. But you deserved it."

Akash chuckled "I did. Fine, I will leave."

About to walk out of the room, he turned to face his siblings, looking sheepish and said "Oh and one more thing, since we won't be meeting now, you both are requested to have the Sunday Lunch at the Raizada Mansion this week. Mom wanted to see you two."

"W..What?" Anjali sputtered. Arnav looked away, stiffening at once.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Akash explained "It's just lunch, you know. They miss you two a lot. And you don't even have to worry about anyone else being there. Mom and Bade Sahab will prepare everything since the staff has the day off. You two should come. They promised to not talk about anything that might upset you both. I was there last week. I had a great time."

Pointing at him, Anjali laughed humorlessly "You are joking, right?"

Shaking his head, Akash whispered "No, I am not. Please try to give them a chance. They have changed. A lot."

"NO." Arnav snapped, his body taut in anger, glaring at his brother. Looking down for a moment, Akash shook his head, his hands suddenly shaking with resolve.

"If you two have ever considered me as your eldest brother, you will come." He dictated, looking uncomfortable, yet determined. "Please."

Not sparing them another glance, he walked out of the room leaving a stupefied Anjali and an angry Arnav behind, bellowing strings of curses under his breath. Looking over her shoulder at his retreating back, Khushi walked in, her eyes taking in the tensed silence "What did I miss?"

"Hey!!" Shyam greeted her cheerfully , his eyes focused on stirring the steaming pot on the stove as Anjali walked in, throwing her purse on the small table located on the left side of the front door, before rushing to him and throwing her arms around his chest, hugging his back to her front.

Stiffening for a moment as he felt her burrow her face against his back, Shyam quickly switched off the burner and placed the ladle aside before he turned to her, placing a hand on her head , other cradling the back of her neck, staring down at her. Shifting his palms to hold her face softly, he whispered "Did something happen?"

Anjali shook her head, refusing to look up at him.

"Anjali..." Shyam admonished softly, his eyes full of concern as he bent his knees to scrutinize her face, trying to make her look up at him.

"Just hold me." Anjali requested softly, rising on her tip toes to hide her face in the crook of his neck, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Looking downright worried, Shyam tried to smile "Oh, you just want to enjoy the moment right?"

Anjali shook her head once again.

His lips stretching in a mischievous grin even as his heart hurt after feeling the pain radiating from her, Shyam teased "So you want to take advantage of my body, is that it?"

Letting out a gasp, Anjali stepped back a bit to smack him when he whirled her around, holding her in his arms as he began to dance in the kitchen, humming softly as she tried to break free of his grip but unable to do so. After resisting moving along with him for a while, she started laughing, finally looking up at him, her eyes full of laughter.

"There's my girl." Shyam exclaimed staring down at her as Anjali started dancing, chuckling softly.

At that moment, they couldn't have been more in love with each other than ever, their weakness and strength united to create an unbreakable connection between them.

"So what exactly is the problem?" Khushi questioned hesitantly, lying in Arnav's arms later that night in their room. Resting her head on his chest, she waited.

"The whole thing is the damn problem. Why the hell won't he just leave us alone? We don't need him." Arnav wondered out loud, his tone full of hate. Staring at the ceiling, he cursed his fate silently, hating the uncertainty he felt about this situation.

"Arnav..." Shifting in his arms, Khushi raised her head to look at him, her arms braced against his chest, "You need to do as your brother said."

"What?" Moving his gaze away from the ceiling, Arnav asked absent-mindedly, not concentrating on her words at all. Hearing her sigh in exasperation, he looked down at her just as she said "You need to attend that lunch."

Staring at her for a moment, Arnav scoffed, his voice slightly raised "Over my dead body!!"

Sitting up quickly at his tone, Khushi stared down at him, her eyes hard. Looking apologetic, he tried to pull her back, grabbing her hands but she resisted.

"Khushi..."

"Think for a moment, Arnav. What are the things that a child need for a happy childhood, proper upbringing and a good life?" Khushi questioned, raising her hand in a silent gesture to stop him from tugging her down.

Trying to sit up at her question, Arnav frowned as she pushed him down, quietly waiting for his answer. Blowing out a frustrated breath, he started "A child needs good parents, good family background, good education, good friends, many materialistic facilities..."

"and a lot of happy memories with different family members who give them the time, respect and love a child deserves." Khushi finished, counting every factor with her fingers. "Now let's take a look at our daughter, shall we? What exactly are we capable of giving her?"

Suddenly feeling angry, Arnav sat up, facing Khushi as he bit out "A very loving set of parents, good friends, excellent education, good family members, good family background and a perfect family. Don't question my dedication for my daughter, Khushi. I have always given her everything."

"What about grandparents? Every child needs their wise words in their life. I know I did." Khushi countered. Taken aback, Arnav grabbed her shoulders, shouting back his answer "Not every child. Some children never get to know their grandparents because they die early."

Khushi gasped "Is that what you told her about your parents?"

"No." Arnav answered, glancing away suddenly "I told her that I had a fight with them and I left their house with a promise to never speak to them again."

"You told her the truth." Khushi surmised.

"Yes." Arnav answered, looking sad "I never was good at telling lies. After lying about her mother, I thought I could just give her a vague answer about her grandparents. She never asked about them again. For her, they must have done something wrong. Her father could never do anything bad with anyone. So she took my side without knowing anything."

"But you were right, I know. Fighting for the rights of your sister is not a crime." Khushi assured him, leaning forward to hug him "Still Arnav, we are not giving her a happy family and a good background with the way things are right now. She must get to know her grandparents if they have changed for better. You must find that out. We owe it to her."

"No, she doesn't. My daughter is my heart, Khushi. Till now, no matter what they did with me, Anjali and Akash Bhai, I always stopped myself from doing anything that I might regret doing later. But if they did something bad to Manyata, I don't know what I will do in retaliation." Arnav confessed softly, burrowing further in her embrace, seeking comfort.

Rubbing his back rhythmically, Khushi explained "That's why I want you to resolve this matter as soon as you can, Arnav. Once you feel secure about them meeting Manyata, only then they will see her. I promise you this. But to set things right, you have to take a step forward."

Groaning under his breath, Arnav stood up abruptly, storming out of their room. Quietly, he made his way to the room next to them and pushed the door open, wading carefully in the dark to stand near the bed, his eyes finding the peaceful face of his sleeping daughter, a smile on her lips. A happy sigh escaped her lips as he leaned forward to drop a kiss on her forehead, his eyes moist with love for her.

And just like that, he knew what he is going to do.

"Where the hell are they?"

Looking slightly uncertain and a lot irritated, Arnav bit out, pressing the doorbell once again. Standing behind him, Anjali snorted, a cloud of smoke surrounding her. Taking the last drag, she crushed the burning cigarette beneath her heel, before replying flatly "This is just great. f**king great. First they invite us, and then they bail on us at the last moment. Typical mom and cunning Bade Sahab."

"Cut it out, Anjali." Appearing behind them suddenly, Akash snapped, glaring at his sister, "And I better not see you smoke again. And no swearing either. A politician always keeps a calm and polite attitude, no matter where he or she is."

Rolling her eyes at him, Anjali retorted, pressing her fingers against her forehead in a mock salute "Aye Aye Captain. Got any other instructions for me?"

"Yeah, it's Dad for you." Akash answered, strolling ahead to stop beside his brother "Not Bade Sahab. He has always hated that name, now more than ever."

Jerking slightly at the revelation, Arnav glanced at his brother in surprise when the door opened, revealing a familiar figure standing in front of them. Her posture straight, with her hairs up in a bun, she looked the same yet very ordinary, draped in a lime green cotton saree. Meeting their shocked gaze, she smiled, eyes bright with joy "Come on in, you three. We have been waiting for you."

"Hey, beautiful." Akash drawled, stepping forward to give her a warm hug "Is everything fine? How is he doing?"

Kissing his cheek in greeting, she replied "He is doing better than last week. Go on in, Akash. He is in his room. Help him down for me, will you?"

Nodding in answer, he disappeared inside the house, but not before glancing back at his siblings, his eyes full of silent warning. Considering their brother's warning to them, Arnav and Anjali stood still, not saying anything as they stared at her. For them, Divya Raizada had always been an enigma, her personality larger than life. Not once did they ever see her disheveled, always dressed appropriately, not a hair out of place. Everyone adored her as much as they loved her husband. While Anuj Raizada was busy pulling wool over everyone's eyes, making them trust him, Divya Raizada was busy running several charities, one of the prominent reason why people trusted her husband. Her genuine concern for others was her only saving grace, preventing her children from hating her the way they loathed their own father. But the fact that managed to shock them into silence was they never saw their mother looking this old and normal like today. And she never opened the front door, the servants did. It left them feeling uncertain.

Taking a deep breath, she met their eyes, her smile suddenly grim "Please come in."

Reeling in shock, they followed her inside, staring at her retreating form with bewildered expressions. Motioning for them to take a seat at the dining table, she disappeared inside the kitchen, walking back with a pitcher of lemonade in her hands. Pouring them a glass each, she took a seat across from them. Looking down at her folded hands in her lap, she started speaking reluctantly "Thank you for being here, although I know Akash forced you two to come along. But I want to speak to you two before he gets down here with your father. There have been few things that I never told anyone, but I think you both should know them. I know you both remember the story we had always given about our marriage to the world."

Sitting back in the chair at the unexpected topic being brought up, Arnav didn't say anything, glancing at his sister just as she did the same. Watching them, their mother continued "You all know that I ran away with your father and we came here to start afresh. But what you all don't know is that your father belongs to a very rich family. His family has always been the major player in the oil business and had several jewelry branches all around the country. He was their only heir."

Processing this information, Arnav frowned in confusion when his mother answered his unspoken question "Akash's father was your father's cousin, not his real brother. But they always considered each other more than brothers. They were best friends. That's the only reason he brought me here in the first place, knowing that he will have a home here. But what we did not expect was the fact that his family had managed to track us down here. They offered your father everything and more if he went back with them and married a girl from their social circle. I was from a middle class family. They would have never accepted me as their only son's wife."

Looking up at them with a smile, she continued "But your father loved me very much. He refused to go back with them at any cost. Next day, we got married in a temple. Soon, he got a job and we all were very happy. His brother and his wife treated us like family. Akash was just a baby back then and so cute. It was best time of my life. But he never told me that his family was still harassing him, creating problems for him at his workplace. A few months later, I was walking back home from grocery shopping when a speeding car hit me from behind, out of nowhere. I was badly injured."

"Was it them?" Arnav asked, his voice hoarse.

His mother nodded, a pained expression on her face "His family thought that if they were able to eliminate the reason behind his rebellion, he will go back to them. But what they didn't know at that time that I was three-months pregnant."

"Wait...WHAT!!? Anjali yelled, her face white with shock. Unable to sit there anymore as tears rushed in his mother's eyes, Arnav stood up and walked to stand near the window overlooking the garden, clasping his quivering hands together against his chest, the revelation hitting so close to his heart.

Tucking her chin down, Divya brushed her tears away as she answered "Yes, I was pregnant. Your father didn't know about it until the accident. I can only imagine his plight when he rushed to the hospital and the doctors asked his permission to abort the child he didn't even had inkling about. They said that the baby was making my survival very difficult. Even after that, they barely managed to save me. I opened my eyes a week later."

Looking up at her daughter with pleading eyes, she continued, her voice suddenly hoarse "You of all people should know, how much it hurts to lose a child. Your pain is much bigger than mine sure, because you held her in your arms and you had to give her away but you knew she was safe. But imagine our suffering as the parent who lost their first child. It changed us a lot, especially when your father got to know about his family's part in it."

Glancing at Arnav's turned back, she revealed "This particular incident changed your father overnight. A week later, when I regained my consciousness, I got to know that he had quit his job and has joined a local political party. It was a group his family didn't support financially. Luckily, it had the ruling power in the state."

"But how did he manage to do it without any financial backing and strong family connection?" Anjali quizzed, looking confused.

Divya answered, looking uncomfortable "As a child, he was groomed to take over the family business. For years, he spent his vacations learning the ropes of his family's business. He always had a strong personality, capable enough of making other people do his bidding for him. It was when he met me in college and fell in love with me, he started to soften up. But that incident made him revert back to his old self. He knew enough secrets about his family that helped him into making a name for himself in the party. Within a year, he had managed to become the right hand' of the party leader while causing huge losses to his family's businesses. Your father knew how to use his family's weakness to his advantage. It was his retaliation to the grief that they had managed to bring into our lives. With sufficient cash in his name now, he bought this house for us and moved me here, hiring some people for our safety. We even made peace with the past and tried to be happy. But it didn't stick for long."

Inhaling sharply, Arnav turned to his mother, words barely escaping past his lips "Bhai's parents?"

Looking heartbroken, Divya nodded "Angry at what he had done, his parents tried to kill us. We were supposed to go to some NGO's inaugural party together but your father was running late from some meeting. So he sent a car and security for them, conveying message through the driver that he will reach at the venue later. I had left early to overlook the preparations. Throughout the evening I kept waiting for their arrival, but they didn't come. Everything felt so off that night. It was when everyone started going home that I received a call from the police. They informed me that on the way, their car had burst into flames all of a sudden and exploded. The other two security cars following them had exploded too. Everyone involved in the explosion was dead. I couldn't believe that news at all. But when I got there and saw your father running through the charred bodies, shouting for Arjun, the sudden death of our only family sunk in. His clothes were on fire yet he looked so unaware of the pain and people running after him, trying to stop him, his eyes searching for his brother. I couldn't bear it. I tried to reach him when he collapsed, shock and grief giving way to heart attack".

Pressing a hand against her chest, she stared ahead, looking lost and distant "I spent days in agony, wondering whether he is going to be alright. The thought of being the only one left alive scared me so much. Ever since I met your father, my life has revolved around him. The idea of living without him was worse than death. But after three days, he did wake up, looking so vulnerable. His hands and legs were completely burned, bandaged but he started thrashing around, asking for Arjun. They had to keep him sedated throughout his stay at the hospital. They did reconstructive burns surgery on his hands and legs. There were no visible wounds left of the incident except the misery we both suffered through. It was then that your father changed completely, turning into an emotionless human being, working himself to death to escape from the guilt and truth behind their death."

"But how come there is no mention about this incident ever? I mean I never heard anyone speak about it." Anjali questioned, her face full of doubts.

"You think I am making this up so that you can sympathize with us?" Divya laughed, the sound void of mirth, turning to look at her daughter "No dear, I am not that much of a liar to fake someone's death for the sympathy of my own children. You never heard of it because of your father. The political party he was working for didn't want any scandal associated to their image, so they buried this incident in ground, paying everyone involved in it to keep their mouth shut. They helped us hide the ugly details of our past for their own benefit. I was grateful of the reprieve and I thought Anuj was too. For the next few years, he worked diligently for them, making more money and gaining power and supporters. Soon, the day came when he was made the chief head of the party, forcing the former leader to resign from the post. After that, he did everything to become the man you all know as 'Bade Sahab'."

Staring at her children intensely, she questioned "Do you know why they call him that?"

Clearing his throat loudly, Arnav answered "Because whenever he selects someone and announces his candidacy for the Election, he makes sure that they win. Never once, he promoted a candidate who has lost the elections. And after that, they carry out his orders like his minion. If someone tries to defy him after his win, he loses that post soon."

"Wrong." Shaking her head, Divya clarified "It was because he never once announced his candidacy for any kind of state and central election. Not that he didn't want to. A year after rebuilding the image of the party he was leading, he was all set to announce his intent to contest the elections when his parents came to visit us. It was like they were waiting for something like this to happen. We all know how important it is to keep a clean image for a contender. They demanded money in return of keeping their mouth shut. I was shocked to see them trying to blackmail him. It was then I got to know that Anuj had managed to destroy them, closing down all their business ventures, leaving enough money and a house to live like a middle class couple, a situation they hated more than anything. They were desperate enough to resort to blackmail, to get out of it. And you know what he said to them? He said he will never put himself into a situation which can benefit them in any way. So he didn't. Still, he managed to hold onto his position in the party, supporting someone else from his party for the elections. That year, their win defined him. Since then, his role in the political world for any politician is of a godfather. He can make them or break them. He always had enough leverage on them that they never try to cross him. That's why he chose Vikrant for Anjali. He thought he could control him and ensure your happiness. But he couldn't have been more wrong." She stopped suddenly realizing how ashen her daughter's face all of a sudden looked.

Tapping her fingers against the dining table, Divya glanced at her children nervously, knowing that it was time to change the subject, "Anyway, I didn't invite you two here to clarify our situation. I know you both hate us and your feelings towards us are justified. Your father tried to force his decisions on you three and I never tried to stop him because I always thought that you all would be better off without us holding you back. And look at you all, you are independent and strong enough to make your own way through everything. You all have someone special in your life, their love genuine and supportive of your careers. We don't want to ruin it. We just want to be a part of your lives."

"But what about Akash Bhai? Your husband never let him leave like we did." Anjali questioned, her eyes narrowed at her mother.

Divya smiled "That's because everything we have is his. Every account, property and house we have is registered under his name. You see after his parent's death, Anuj felt responsible for Akash. So slowly, he built everything for him. We both raised that boy, giving him everything except love while you two were brought up by nannies. Somehow, Akash felt responsible for it, this feeling tethering him to your father. That's why when he ordered Akash to do something, he did without question unlike you two. Anjali, you went against your father after your marriage while Arnav was always reluctant to cater to his father's demands. It never meant a thing to your father because he was never concerned about you two. But when Akash left this house, his post from the party and your father, it opened his eyes to the mistreatment he had been heaping on you all. It changed him completely, transforming him into the man I have always loved."

Shaking her head, Divya admitted "I always felt that we would have been terrible parents irrespective of all the circumstances. We never understood the concept of love because we never had anyone who loved us blindly. Your father was raised to be a leader, meaning of responsibilities and obligations drilled into his mind from a very young age while I was taught to always be subservient. The only thing we ever rebelled for was our love, because we felt connected to each other. Our love was based on our mutual attraction, opinions, likes and similar upbringing. Even that was ruined by your father's family. We both never were the recipient of anyone's love except Akash. He was our saving grace as always. When Anuj was in the hospital, Akash took care of him. Because of him, your father has now stopped focusing on anything related to politics. He talks to me now. He sees me. He is now only focused on his recovery and making amends with you all. He has no other ulterior motive behind it."

Clasping her hands against her chest, she begged "Please just give him a chance. Please."

Sitting back in their seat, Arnav and Anjali blinked slowly, feeling overwhelmed with everything their mother has revealed. Despite everything he has done, Arnav felt sorry for his father, knowing Anjali was feeling the same. They knew even if they wanted to, they couldn't leave now.

"Slowly, Dad." Looking up, they watched as Akash assisted Anuj in coming down the stairs, his hands around the back of his shoulders. His face twisted in pain, Anuj gripped the railing with one hand, other around his son's back in a vice grip, panting heavily. Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he looked different from his usual self, his appearance not immaculately kept like always.

It was then he looked down at them, meeting their gaze and attempted to smile in welcome, Arnav knew that his mother was telling the truth.

"Coffee?" Standing beside him all of a sudden, Khushi offered, her voice solemn. Breaking out of his stupor, he turned to her, gripping the cup raised in his direction and taking a sip quickly, his face blank. After a moment, he returned to leaning over the balcony railing, staring into the dark. Sipping from her cup slowly, Khushi mirrored his stance, looking thoughtful.

She and Manyata were out for a walk late afternoon when they saw him return home, looking troubled. But as soon as he saw his daughter, he became his usual self, looking relaxed and happy, talking to them jovially. It was after he returned to their room after dinner and tucking Manyata in for night that he became silent, looking lost.

Unable to bear his silence any longer while knowing that he was struggling, Khushi asked softly "Did he say something?"

Letting out a sigh, Arnav glanced at her with a sad smile gracing his lips "Surprisingly, no. He didn't say anything to me and Anjali. But he did converse with Mom and Akash normally, just mundane stuff. It was like he knew that it would be too much for us. And after lunch, he got up to help Mom with the dishes although his condition is not good, looking back at us with a friendly smile. You know during our visit, we didn't see any servant so I asked Akash about it and he finally revealed that they had fired everyone weeks ago. They are doing everything on their own. It was bizarre, seeing them act complete different like a normal old couple. All these years, they acted so snobbish, an army of servants hired to do everything, using other people like pawns. At their house, there were always people waiting to see either of them and now..."

"They barely meet anyone." Khushi completed his sentence as Arnav trailed off in bewilderment. Brows creased in confusion at her words, he turned to her, and about to ask something, when it finally dawned on him, clearing his mind of every doubt.

"You already knew about it." Arnav stated rather than asking the question. Dipping her head in acknowledgment, Khushi explained "I asked Aman to keep an eye on them. He kept me informed about their every movement. The way Akash Jiju kept meeting them; I thought something must have changed drastically for him to return back to them again and again. I urged you and Anjali to go today, to confirm my doubts. Your parents have changed for better. There is no doubt about that. Besides, everyone deserves a second chance, even them."

"You are planning something." Staring at her, Arnav concluded, his eyes full of accusations.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Khushi revealed "I was just thinking how perfect it would be if your father revealed Anjali's campaign poster at the first rally. After all, he was the party leader for so many years. Now that it has gone through an overhaul, people will be assured by his presence. He doesn't have to say anything. He just needs to sit there, looking confident as we introduce Anjali to the public, announcing her candidacy for the State elections. And we will keep an eye on him, in case he tried to ruin anything for us."

"His behavior at the rally will help us make a decision about him and Mom." Arnav murmured, contemplating everything.

"That is just a bonus point. Don't worry. I will take care of it." Khushi assured him.

"I know." Arnav smiled. Turning to her, he kissed her softly, his eyes conveying how grateful he felt of her looking out for everyone. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

ArHi FF: Yeh Saali Zindagi

Extra Scene

20th September 2014

"...No one can ignore the recent circumstances surrounding our family, neither do I expect our people to, but I was able to face them only because of the support of my family. Everyone thinks that just because we are from a rich family, we do not face problems. But we do. Life is never easy for anyone, being much worse for a common man. But the power to fight back comes from the support of your family, a good environment and government. As a woman, I have encountered so many problems and obstacles that I know I am capable to leading a government which would work for the betterment of the people. The only thing I ask from you all is your united support to the party." Anjali spoke, her honest intentions showing behind her words. Staring back at the crowd gathered to hear her first speech as the party leader, she raised her voice "I want every woman to feel safe no matter where she goes in the city. I want to give you all a right to decide about how the system should work in every field. So tell me, do you all want a better future? Are you all with me? Do I have your support?"

Roaring back in response to her questions, the crowd started clapping when she raised her right hand in question, as if she couldn't hear their answer while holding the pallu of her peach-colored saree in her left hand, her head covered by the fabric to make her look respectable. The applause grew louder and louder as Anjali kept raising her hand. Finally looking satisfied, Anjali nodded, keeping her stance humble to make herself appear harmless. Clasping her hands over her head in greeting, she walked away from the podium and stood at the edge of the temporary stage, staring ahead resolutely as the public went wild, chanting her name.

Giving them all a friendly smile, Anjali started waving her hand in greeting, standing resolute with the unveiled sign of her newly formed party glowing in the background, the half-face of a woman, looking determined, wearing only a big red bindi on the forehead and a small nath (nose ring). It was the image that reminded everyone of Durga, the warrior goddess of power and righteousness. Everything planned for today represented women power in an unforgettable way.

Aware of the way Khushi stepped forward to stand behind her to the left, Akash already standing to her right along with Anuj Raizada, who had decided to forgo his crutches for a walking stick for his first public appearance, Anjali smiled, never faltering in her act of waving and greeting the public as she spied Arnav in the distance, pacing the perimeter of the location along with his team of security, his eyes trained on the crowd, looking ready to tackle any threat that came her way.

Glancing down to spot Shyam sitting in the front row and meeting his gaze for a moment, she started walking down the stage. Knowing that her introduction to the political world is done.

As the new, powerful leader of the Shakti Janta Party. The name that she had chosen for her newly structured party deliberately, reminding everyone to never underestimate any woman.

She truly has arrived to conquer the world.

California

"Okay, keep me informed if anything happens, Maa. Dad assured me that she is going to win but I want to be sure. Don't call on my number whenever you have news, just text me. I don't want Payal to feel neglected." Nodding at the waiter, Akash picked up the tray which held his order and turned around, slipping his phone back into the pockets of his shorts quickly. His eyes quickly snagged on his wife and his son sitting at a table, happily chatting while eating their breakfast.

His lips curved in a smile, Akash hurried toward them, placing his wife's orange juice, his son's chocolate shake in front of them before putting the tray away and sitting down, quickly sipping from his cup of green tea. Leaning back in his chair, he exclaimed "Okay, today we are going to visit the Disneyland. We are going to explore everything first. Then we are going to go on all the rides. First we will take all the safe rides with your mom and then you and I are going to try all the big rides while your mom goes for her massage appointment, okay buddy?"

Putting down his glass, Naitik frowned, unaware of the chocolate mustache on his face and quizzed, "but why can't we take Mom with us on all rides?"

Chuckling, Akash picked up a tissue paper and started wiping the mustache as he answered patiently "Because your mom has a baby in her tummy and all these big rides are not safe. We want to keep the baby and your mom safe now, don't we?"

Looking down, Naitik said adamantly, "Then I don't want to get on those rides either. I don't want Mom to feel left out."

Taken aback, Akash looked at Payal as she smiled down at her son. Glancing up at him for a moment, she broke her silence and said in a soothing tone "No sweety, you should go without me. I won't feel bad. I promise."

His face lighting up in excitement, Naitik agreed quickly. Feeling happy, Akash turned to his wife and ordered "And you better finish everything on your plate. Then you are going to eat your iron tablets and vitamins as well. No.. no save it. I don't want to hear any excuses Payal."

Glaring back at him, Payal asked, sarcasm dripping from her every word "Okay. Anything else I can do to please you?"

"Just smile, beautiful." Akash smirked "It pleases me more than anything."

Her cheeks reddening, Payal warned him through her eyes, motioning at their son, who stared at them, too small to understand their banter.

Unabashed, Akash grabbed her hand, kissing the back of her palm as Naitik looked away, his face scrunched in disgust. Snatching her hand away, Payal glared at him, her face glowing red.

Akash laughed, leaning over the table to ruffle his son's hair, making him smile shyly.

ArHi FF: Yeh Saali Zindagi

Epilogue 3

10^th November, 2014

Typing on her laptop, Anjali leaned against the backseat, her eyes focused intently on the screen when her phone buzzed, making her look down. Watching as Shyam's name flashed for the umpteenth time, she sighed tiredly, rubbing her forehead in a frustrated move. Straightening after a moment, she shut down her laptop, placing it beside her on the seat.

Quickly picking up her phone and dialing his number, Anjali waited, taking a last moment look at the watch on her left hand and groaned, realizing suddenly how late it was. She frowned when she heard her call being disconnected. Redialing his number once again, she placed it against her ear, heard it ring and then being cut abruptly.

Resting her head against the back of the front seat, Anjali closed her eyes, feeling sad all of a sudden. Dressed in a navy blue khadi saree with her hairs up in a tight bun and wearing minimal jewelry -a simple gold chain, small earrings and a watch , she looked so simple yet powerful, confidence in her every move but then after a month of being appointed as the Chief Minister of Delhi, she didn't expect anything less than this.

She recalled the moment when she had won the election, every member of her party drenched in red color of her victory, dancing outside the head office and chanting her name, bursting into applause when she came out and waved, surrounded by her family. Then, her meeting with the leaders of every major political party, trying to come to a definite agreement to form a people-friendly and sincere cabinet of ministers for her government, taking her oath as the Chief Minister in Pragati Maidan, every inch of the open ground filled with people, present to witness the most important event of her life. After that, somewhere along the way, she stopped noticing when each day turned into night and another day, immersed in working for the benefit of the public that she forgot everything.

Within a month, with every new resolution and law she proposed to be implemented, Anjali became the public favorite, admired for the way she stood resolute against every criticism she faced from the opposing party, turning her professional life successful. But her personal life suffered badly because of it.

She could count on the fingers of her one hand the times she met her family, with the exception of Arnav, whom she met every week. And with her parents gone on a Char-Dham Yatra soon after her win, she had no excuse to not meet with the rest of them. She ached to see Manyata. But the only thing that she felt more horrible about was the way she had been avoiding meeting Shyam, to avoid any bad rumor about herself, now that she was a public figure.

Except for daily late night calls and messages, she had only met him thrice in the last month at his house, only for a short amount of time. He had been patient. But tonight, he was insisting on meeting her. She never had the heart to refuse him, but now she wasn't alone for even a second, her staff trailing behind her day and night. She didn't want any of them to judge her, treat her relationship with him like a dirty secret.

But she loved him too much to let him go, as selfish as that might sound.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, Anjali raised her head, clearing her throat and said hoarsely "I need to make a quick getaway. Now."

Startled, her secretary, Nita Pandey, appointed by Arnav specifically, looked back at her and stuttered in shock "Right now, Madam?"

Glaring at her, Anjali asked curtly "Did I stutter? Get me a non-descript car and stop nearby to let me out. Then continue travelling to my house as if I am heading right there. I don't want any security, any of them following me."

"But.."

"Now." Looking down in fear, her secretary nodded frantically, starting to make series of phone calls, speaking quickly as the driver stared ahead, looking oblivious to any of their conversation. Few minutes later, her secretary signaled the driver to stop the car, getting out as a car stopped beside them. Watching as her security detail tailing behind her in other vehicles came to a halt beside her car, she turned and waved her hand, silently telling to stay right where they are.

Snatching the car keys out of the driver's hand, Anjali opened the car door and climbed in, starting it swiftly. Sparing another glance at her secretary, she drove away, her foot pressed on the accelerator, aware of the way her staff moved into action and continued to their destination as if she was still travelling with them, following her orders.

"You are late."

Whirling around, Anjali squeaked in fright as she peered into the darkness, her hand pressed against her throat, only to find Shyam standing behind her, gazing down at her impassively. Relaxing back against the front door of his house, she snapped "God, you scared me, Shyam."

Grinning slightly, he strode over to her, pulling her into his arms for a hug. Feeling her tense briefly, Shyam smiled the moment she relaxed in his embrace, closing her eyes in peace. Tightening his hold for a moment, he leaned back, staring down at her face for a moment too long. Anjali smiled up at him, making him shake his head, looking very happy.

"Hungry?" Shyam quizzed.

"No, I already ate on the way here." Anjali answered, smiling at the way he always took care of her.

Taking the purse and car keys from her hands, Shyam stepped back to switch the porch light on and gestured her to follow him, walking towards the back of the house.

Looking curious, she started walking, noticing portable electrical flashlights lighting her path ahead, giving her the first indication that tonight was going to be very special. Rounding around the corner, her steps faltered for a moment, her eyes resting on the lit candles placed around the marble table, situated in the middle of the garden.

Everything else around it was shrouded in darkness, making Anjali focus on the spectacular sight in front of her, a small red circular velvet box resting on the table. Facing away from the table, she saw Shyam standing nearby, looking up at the sky full of twinkling stars, the moon hidden behind the lone cloud for the moment. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself and resumed walking, coming to a stop behind him, her eyes still focused on the table, her hands trembling slightly.

As if sensing her presence behind him, Shyam started speaking, his voice lost in memories, "Do you know today was the day I saw you for the first time 9 years ago? Dressed in a yellow floral lehenga, you were sitting on a stool, your haldi ceremony about to start when you looked up, spotted Arnav and I standing there with our luggage and smiled so brilliantly that I forgot everything else at that moment. Then you got up and started running toward me, your face full of so much happiness that I felt your emotions. When you ran past me to hug Arnav, I turned to stare at you like a fool, knowing that you were marrying someone else in few days and still I fell in love with you. You know why? Because I wanted that happiness and joy for myself, but I never was that selfish. I chose to see you happy with someone else than be miserable with me."

"I regret that decision the most." Confessing softly, he looked down, his shoulders slumped. Turning around slowly, he focused on Anjali's pale face, her expressions stiff in dread. An amused smile curving his lips, Shyam advanced towards her, his hands reaching out for her.

Gripping her elbows, Shyam pulled her closer, his eyes full of hope and determination. Closing her eyes, Anjali turned her face away, her voice breaking as she said "Shyam, please... don't.."

"Shh..." Placing his index finger against her lips with the rest splayed across her cheek, Shyam turned her back to him, waiting until she looked up at him and smiled reassuringly, "I know what you are afraid of. I know, sweetheart. And I am never going to make you choose. But I request you to stop thinking about everything else and just focus on me. Just give me your whole attention and I will take care of everything else. Trust me, this is going to be the most important and a very special moment of your life."

Feeling relaxed, Anjali smiled, realizing at last that the man in front of her has always been the most considerate man in her life, always putting her needs before him. She trusted him completely.

Intertwining their hands together, Shyam started to lower himself down in front of her, his left knee pressed against the grass, his foot supporting his behind with his right leg bent in support to his posture. Kissing the top of their interlocked hands, he looked up at her "For a long time, I thought my love will be unrequited. And trust me, I had made peace with that. Even after your divorce with Vikrant, I never wished for you to reciprocate my love. But when you had to escape to New York for your survival, I felt protective of you. I wanted to support you without making you think as if you owe me anything. I never once did anything in hope of you being a part of my life. But if that's the case sweetheart, you need to stop me right now."

With his heart in his throat, he waited, expecting her to pull away any second. Looking amused, Anjali shook her head, her grip on his hands going firm. Relieved, he looked down, chuckling softly as he said "That makes me feel a lot better."

Pulling himself together, Shyam looked up, his right hand going inside the pocket of his black trousers. Holding her gaze, he brought his now closed fist in front of her and opened it, revealing a stunning princess cut sapphire ring, the band designed in the form of two vines twisted together, the end of it crafted into a subtle infinity sign, placed strategically opposite to the blue-colored stone. Picking it up between his thumb and index finger, he said "The first time you confessed to your love for me, it made me very happy. But what really made me take this step is the fact that I am not what you need in your life, Anjali. I am something you want in your life. Your love for me is pure, felt without any obligation. It is something I want for my life. For once in my life, I want to be selfish. I want something which has always been mine from a long time ago. And I promise that in my life, you will always come first. You will always matter the most to me, sweetheart. So at the anniversary of the day I first saw you so many years ago, I want to ask you to give yourself to me. Anjali Raizada, will you marry me?"

Her eyes full of longing, Anjali looked away, feeling a sudden pang of sadness in her heart.

Realizing the conflict going inside her mind, Shyam stood up, placing his palm under her trembling chin and turning her face back toward him, murmuring softly "Trust me, Anjali. I won't let anything happen to you ever. Just answer this question from the bottom of your heart and I will handle everything else. Okay?"

Meeting his eyes, Anjali smiled, her vision blurred by the tears pooled in her eyes.

Resting his forehead against hers, Shyam looked down at her, his left hand pressed against the back of her head and commanded softly "Marry me, Anjali."

"Alright, Shyam Jha, I will marry you." Rasping brokenly, Anjali answered, offering her hand to him, crying as he slid the ring down her finger immediately. Sobbing hard, Anjali hugged him, unaware of the way everything around them suddenly lit up, her brothers along with their wives rushing out of the house, congratulating the couple.

Shyam smiled, his eyes wet as everyone started clapping for them, looking ecstatic. It was indeed the happiest moment of their life.

"Alright, what if I organize a press conference next month and announce this news then? I am her elder brother. People recognize me as a good guy already. They will take this news positively." Akash explained, leaning back in his chair, looking thoughtful.

Staring at him, Shyam answered "It's our best option right now. But let's discuss other options because if you announce this news, spotlight will fall on you. Reporters are going to question you the most about this besides Anjali. They will camp outside your house and follow you everywhere, even when you go out with Payal. It's going to irritate her a lot."

"No." Arnav declared abruptly, looking concerned as he said "You are not going to do it. Right now, you need to focus on Payal. If anything started to bother her, it will not be good for her and the baby."

"I agree." They all looked up, watching as Khushi walked inside the conference room along with Aman, smiling triumphantly. Walking around the round glass table, she motioned for her best friend to sit down and stopped in front of her husband, her eyes glaring down at him. Taking boxed containers of out the huge bag she had been carrying, she placed it on the table and started admonishing him "Don't forget to eat this, Arnav. You skipped breakfast also. Not eating anything is not going to help your sister."

"Khushi..."

"Don't. Stop trying to pacify me. Just eat your lunch and I will be happy." Pointing her right hand's index finger down at him, Khushi bit out. Taking out more containers, she placed each in front of everyone and smiled, her eyes conveying the silent warning. Stepping back, she announced cheerfully "Now, please stop worrying about anything. Aman is going to handle everything related to this wedding. That's why he is here."

Aman waved his hand dramatically, meeting everyone's gaze without blinking. Chuckling softly at his antics, Khushi clapped her hands and said "Now that's done, I am leaving. I have back to back meetings scheduled this afternoon. I don't want to be late for it."

Walking to her husband, she bent down and pecked his cheeks, making Arnav smile. Throwing a last glance around the room, Khushi hurried out of the room.

When the door snapped shut with a resounding thud, Aman stood up and said "Now to resume your discussion, I think your father Anuj Raizada is our best bet to approach the media. His recent appearance in the public has made people think that his condition is getting worse. We can use this notion to our advantage. If he makes the announcement, people are going to think that this is his way of ensuring his children's happiness before his death. On top of that, Shyam's association with your family has always been noted by the media. His marriage to Anjali will be accepted by the public heartily, only if the ceremony is done in a very simple manner."

Registering the questions present in their eyes, Aman elaborated "Look, even today, people's thinking hasn't changed when it comes to marriage. For them, you only get married once. Second marriage is not considered good in our society. People only accept the second marriage of a girl in some circumstances, when it is inevitable."

"So talk to your father about it now that he and your mother are back from their trip. This is our best approach on this matter. If you are worried about your father's role in all this, then don't. He had many chances to get back to his old ways. But he didn't."

"Now..", Placing his suitcase on the table, Aman opened it and took out some papers "For your marriage, I have applied for a special license. It would be better if Shyam and Anjali got married within a week, at a temple. I will bring the marriage officiator around to witness the marriage, and take your signs for the marriage certificate. Take a look through these papers. I have already prepared your family's statement for the media. Memorize it and say these lines only whenever one of you is in the public. Khushi has already agreed to it."

"Once you all get in terms with the plan, I will arrange for a press meet. You are free to discuss it with the other members of your family as much as you can. In the end, I know you all are going to do what I have just said. Now is there anything else?" Aman asked, looking ready to leave.

Unable to think anything the way everything rushed in the last few minutes, Arnav managed with a feeble "No, that was all."

"Sorry." Aman smiled apologetically, "You all must be thinking why I am arranging everything so soon. Trust me, it's for the best. Right now, Anjali's career is on the rise. Her marriage with someone popular, like Shyam, will only make her position strong, if things are done in a politically correct manner. If we delay the marriage and somehow the media managed to get wind of it, they will question her credibility. It's important that the public gets to know about it from your family."

"I am only doing this for Khushi. She asked for my help on this matter. Now, I have a court hearing to get to. I must leave." Aman concluded, stepping towards Shyam and shook hands with him, congratulating him. Giving the occupants of the room a last nod, he left his pace brisk.

Leaning back in his chair, Arnav breathed "Unbelievable man."

"I don't think he said anything wrong. Except for the wedding venue, I don't think we should change anything. If you want, we can have the wedding here at our house. It will make everyone happy. Manyata is going to love all this." Khushi argued, setting the table for dinner.

"Yeah but involving our father..." Arnav said, leaving the implication behind his words unsaid yet clear.

"Considering the fact that you have been keeping watch on your father from the moment he invited you and Anjali to lunch for the first time, your argument is invalid and ridiculous. Your sister deserves happiness Arnav, after all she had been through. Even she thinks this is the right approach on the matter. So just get over your prejudices already." Khushi replied heatedly.

"But how can you bring Aman into all of this? This is a private matter, Khushi." Hurt with her words, Arnav snapped back. Freezing for a moment, Khushi looked up at him with wide eyes and exclaimed "He is my family. MY BEST FRIEND."

"That doesn't mean..." Arnav started, stopping abruptly the moment Khushi raised her hand and said in a no-nonsense tone "What's this actually about, Arnav?"

"What?"

"This is not the issue, Arnav. Something else is bothering you. What is it?" Khushi clarified, standing with her hands on her hips, facing him squarely.

Arnav looked away, not saying anything. Looking at him carefully, Khushi tried to read his emotions and blinked, finally understanding "Oh my god, you are worried about me doing everything. Is that it? Don't you trust me?"

Sighing in defeat, Arnav answered "I feel like I am doing nothing. She is my sister. You shouldn't have to worry about her. It's my job."

"But she matters to you. You mean the world to me, Arnav. Throughout your life, you kept away from politics for a reason. I want you to focus on something that makes you happy. I am here for anything related to politics. I was doing this to help you." Khushi explained, her eyes full of love as she walked up to him, meeting his gaze "But if anything comes up that is in your field of expertise, you will be the one to decide everything. You have my word."

"Alright." Arnav conceded, leaning forward to hug her, feeling relaxed for the first time today. Kissing his shoulder, she whispered "You don't need to feel insecure in this relationship, Arnav. Besides, you make the big bucks. I am just here to spend them as much as I can."

Arnav chuckled, leaning back to look down at her. Placing her hands on his cheeks, Khushi raised her head, dropping a kiss on his lips.

About to reciprocate her kiss, Arnav stepped back the moment he heard footsteps running in their direction, his daughter appearing on the doorway the next moment, looking worried. Her gaze running between Arnav and Khushi, Manyata asked softly "Are you two fighting?"

Khushi laughed, picking her daughter up and carrying her to the table "No silly. Why would you think so?"

"I heard raised voices." Manyata answered, looking at her father curiously.

"We were just discussing something sweetheart. Sometimes, parents disagree on some things but that does not mean they are fighting. Don't you worry your little head over it. Now let's eat." Khushi exclaimed, making Arnav sit beside Manyata. Taking the seat next to him, she grabbed his hand softly, her eyes soft. Squeezing her hand in assuring manner, Arnav glanced at her, a small smile on his lips.

Looking at her daughter, Khushi asked "By the way sweetheart, how would you feel if we organized your Bua's wedding at our house?"

Laughing in excitement, Manyata bounced in her seat, watching as Arnav groaned, glaring at his wife in mock anger. Khushi winked up at him, her smile mischievous. Unable to resist her anymore, Arnav smiled, leaning forward to drop a kiss on her forehead.

Manyata looked down, hiding her grin from her parents.

Awesome parts
Loved them sooo much